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She reaches into her hoodie. “Asked a client to drop me off and then hiked. ”
A client, meaning a buyer, because she’s a seller. “You shouldn’t get in cars with them. ”
“Don’t worry, Dad. I typically don’t. But this guy is clean-cut. ”
“Which means you should definitely watch your back. Image means nothing. ” What people project to the world never shows what’s lurking on the inside.
“You liked her, didn’t you?” she asks, ignoring what I said. “The cute, fuzzy bunny?”
I say nothing and survey the northeast side of town. She’s over there somewhere. Is Rachel happy I never called, or did I break her heart? As much as I hate the idea of it, I hope she’s relieved. She deserved better than me.
“You know what I find interesting?” she asks.
“What?”
“That you still lie to Noah about where you go for New Year’s Eve. ”
“My business. Not his. ”
“I also find it curious that Fuzzy Bunny isn’t here with you if you liked her so much. ”
“I never brought Beth here,” I say in defense.
“You never smiled at Beth like I saw you smile at her. ”
I shift, uncomfortable that Abby saw something so intimate between me and Rachel. “You said you had a gift. ”
I hear plastic rubbing together in her hand and, because Abby carries very little on her, it has to be a baggy. “Patience, Grasshopper. If I’m giving this type of gift then I want to know it’s for a good cause. Answer me about the girl. ”
Flooded with the urge to tell someone, I pull on my bottom earring. “Yeah. I liked her. ” Because saying it makes it real, and it was real. “But we would have only been friends. ”
She’s silent except for the sound of her heel occasionally hitting the brick wall. “I liked this guy last year, but I blew him off after a couple of days. He came from a good home and was a good guy. Sometimes it’s better that we let the good catches go, you know?”
Her feet continue to kick against the wall. Abby’s not one to share, so that statement had to take a lot out of her. “Yeah. I do know. ”
“I hear you need money,” she says.
That grabs my attention. “Says who?”
“No one. ” Abby smirks. “You don’t street race and you did. The only reason I could come up with is that you’re low on funds. ”
“Wanna give me my money back?”
“Hell no. ”
Gotta respect her for that.
“I know someone that’s interested in your skills with cars, Isaiah. He’s been watching you for a while and he’ll pay well. ”
“Does your friend give out W-2 forms?”
Abby chuckles. “One thousand in cash for every car you jack. All you need is a lot full of empty cars and your hotwiring capabilities. ”
“Not interested. ”
“If you change your mind. . . ”
“I won’t. ” I’m not interested in becoming a criminal. Once you enter the land of illegal, someone, somewhere owns you.
